Eternal Sacred King Chapter 389: You really came here

The Heavenly Desolate Continent is respected by swords, and there are very few pure sword repairs, let alone in this ancient battlefield.

Even though the ruins in front of me were left by the Sword Emperor, there are not many monks gathered here. Looking along the coastline, there are about thousands of people.

The strange thing is that most of the monks are standing a little far from the coast, seemingly afraid of this spiritual sea, whispering and pointing.

Su Zimo has limited knowledge of Daoshan Linghai, so he came to the crowd and listened carefully.

"The sword emperor's methods reach the sky and gather energy into the sea. If you can cultivate in this sea of ​​spirit, it will definitely benefit you." A thin monk flickered in the crowd and said in deep thought.

"Haha."

"Really ignorant."

As soon as this person's voice fell, there was a burst of ridicule and ridicule in the crowd.

The person who spoke at the beginning flushed flushed, curled his neck, and retorted: "Where did I say something wrong?"

"The aura in the Spirit Sea is indeed rich and pure, but it is full of endless sword auras, with a sharp edge. When you enter the Spirit Sea, you must bear the baptism of these sword auras!"

"Just your small body, you just stepped into the sea of ​​spirit, and you burst into death without waiting for a few steps!"

"Hey, since the ages of eternity, I don't know how many Tianjiao figures have been buried in this sea of ​​spirit. If you are not afraid of death, you can go in and try."

Su Zimo's eyes flashed with a sense of sorrow.

No wonder there will be traces of sharp weapons on the rocks on the shore.

It turns out that in this sea of ​​spirits, there are endless sword energy, and the physically weak cultivator can't bear it at all!

It's too close to the coast, the sea is surging, and a big wave hits it, drawing people into it, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get out again.

A monk said in a deep voice: "This is the test left by the sword king. If you want to inherit, you have to cross the sea of ​​spirit in front of you and climb the mountain of swords!"

Su Zimo's gaze is far away, and the mountain of swords stands at the end of the sea of ​​spirits. It is really far away and out of reach.

"It's not easy."

The skinny monk pointed towards the mountain of swords, arrogantly, and said loudly: "I'll wait for the sword to fly into the sky. Although the mountain of swords is far away, I will wait day and night, but I'm afraid I won't be able to reach it?"

"Hahahaha!"

There was another laughter in the crowd.

One person shook his head and said: "If the test left by the sword king is so simple, can only one person pass the test and get the inheritance from the ancient times to the present?"

Before the voice fell, a monk happened to arrive here in the distance, his expression excited.

The person sacrificed a spiritual sword from the storage bag, jumped, stepped on the sword, ran his spiritual power, and lightly rebuked: "Illness!"

Wow!

This person turned into a streamer, straddling the spirit sea, and pierced through the air in the direction of the sword mountain.

Most of the monks in the crowd are mocking and sneer, seeming to wait to see some joke.

Su Zimo knew that this matter might not be so simple.

Before the thoughts fell, the monk had just arrived in the sky above the sea of ​​spirits, his figure suddenly stopped, paused for a moment, and began to fall downward.

No matter how this person is tossing in mid-air and running his spiritual power, it will not help.

Before falling into the sea of ​​spirit, he was swallowed by a wave of waves rising from the sea.

"Ah...ah!"

This person floated in the sea of ​​spirits, and occasionally heard a scream, but after a while, he disappeared.

The surface of the sea was stained with blood, and gradually faded as the wave surged.

Seeing this scene, the thin monk who initially threatened to fly across the sea of ​​spirit, his face became a little pale, his forehead saw sweat, and his breathing became much heavier.

Su Zimo was also secretly surprised.

This piece of spirit sea is really life-threatening!

No wonder there are thousands of monks standing here, but no one dares to try to cross the Linghai easily.

The monk beside him explained: "Flying is forbidden in the sky above the Spirit Sea. Even if you cross over, you will fall into the sea."

"Playing these clever things in front of the emperor can only ask for trouble." The other person sneered.

The thin monk calmed down, and after a while, he asked again: "In this way, only super sects such as the Liuli Palace and the Overlord Palace can cross the Linghai Sea?"

"It doesn't matter what sect you are."

Another monk explained: "Only the sword repair is qualified to cross the spirit sea. If other monks cross forcibly, they will only be strangled by the sword!"

"Yes, I heard that there was once a sword sect Tianjiao who came and wanted to cross the spirit sea and challenge the majesty of the sword emperor. Before he walked 100 meters, he was killed by the sword and buried in the spirit sea."

Hearing this, Su Zimo already has a general understanding of Daoshan Linghai.

First, you can't vacate the past.

Second, it must be knife repair.

Third, only a strong physical body can withstand the baptism of the sword, cross the spirit sea, and pass the test left by the sword king.

Speaking of which, it is really possible for him to give it a try.

At this moment, Su Zimo's eyes turned and landed on a dark rock on the shore.

There is a man sitting on top, wearing a blood-colored robe, a long knife lying horizontally on his knees, eyes closed, wet black hair casually draped, covering his face.

Thousands of monks, only this one dared to sit on the reef on the shore, letting the shore water wash away, his clothes were soaked, but he didn’t notice it.

Behind this person, there are more than a dozen corpses, some of them obviously have just fallen short.

Looking at this person's back, Su Zimo felt as if he had seen him somewhere, but couldn't remember.

Missing a little, Su Zimo looked at a monk beside him and asked in a low voice: "Who is the blood-robed monk in front?"

"This is a ruthless character."

The cultivator next to him lowered his voice, and said in a slightly jealous voice: "I saw the corpse behind him. They were all cultivators who wanted to cross the Spirit Sea. Because the starting point was too close to this person, he killed him directly! "

"Because of this?"

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

Only for this reason, the murder was launched. Then this person is not just a ruthless character.

The monk curled his lips and said: "Sura Sect Demon Killing, no need any reason."

"It's him!"

Su Zimo's heart was stunned.

The monk next to him continued: "The Demon of the Shura Sect~IndoMTL.com~ has a great opportunity to cross the Linghai Sea and get the inheritance. I heard that the monk who received the Sword Emperor's inheritance a thousand years ago belonged to the Shura Sect."

Suddenly!

The blood-robed monk who was sitting on the reef with his eyes closed opened his eyes, stood up, turned slowly, and looked in the direction of Su Zimo.

For such a top-notch master, it will be felt for a long time to be seen by others.

What's more, at the moment, Su Zimo's mind fluctuated greatly, and there was a trace of hostility in his eyes.

Seeing this person in front, Su Zimo no longer has any doubts in his heart.

The blood-robed monk was the demon of the Shura Sect who had fought against Su Zimo in the depths of the earth!

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The blood-robed monk laughed, staring at Su Zimo, his eyes widened, gleaming with excitement, and slowly said: "You really have come, I have been waiting for a long time!"